Nestled in the sleepy little town of Limington, Maine is a gem. A small link with aviation's past, and heritage almost lost. A place where pilots can still go and spend time with people like themselves; people who love the feel of silk scarves and faded leather, of wings of rag, and tails that drag, and old engines that start with the barehanded swing of a propeller. A place where children young and old can still see, hear, smell, touch, and share the wonderful world of flight.

"In the spirit of those who came before, and in the dreams of those yet to soar." - Limington Harmon Airport